Judge — May 26, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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=D to boost the winning smile, that’s broad and bland and free from guile, but now that Iam bent with years. I view the winning smile with fears. For I have learned that he who smiles in fifty-seven balmy styles, has in his heart a purpose limb. The smiles of statesmen have their fame as being worn to win the game. Before election day they go, their glad smiles ing to and fro, and seek the toiler in his lair, and tell him he’s beyond compare. The statesmen say, their smiles still bland, “We're proud to shake your grimy hand; you are the bulwark and the prop of this great land in which we stop; you are the warmest thing on deck, and we'll stand up for you, by heck.” And when election day has slid, upon their smiles they place the lid. They do not see the workingman, who packs along his dinner-can My neighbor, Jimpson, comes to me; the smile he wears is sweet to see. At other times a sullen frown, I've noticed, hold: his features down. But now his smile is most benign; he greets me ‘neath my fig and vine, and talks a while of timely things, of war and wurst, and cows and kings. I know he’s leading up to themes that will disturb my pious dreams. And after he has talked a while, and sprung three yards of sunny smile, he says, “Misfortune hit my trail, and I'm in grievous need of kale. If I can’t raise a princely sum before tomorrow noon, by gum, I'll be. alas, a ruined man; I wish you'd help me, if you can. If you can spare a hundred marks, I think that I can shake the sharks, who now with writs behind me roam, and threaten to break up my home.” Alas, this Jimpson never yet was known to liquidate a debt; and when I shoo him from the place, there is no smile upon his face. grim—he doubtless means to pull my he stranger with the balmy smile is master of the trick and wile. He always has some traps for sale for which no man would spend his kale. A book, a knife or fountain pen, a smoking outfit for your den, delicious candies made of chalk, some nicely printed mining stock. The smiling man is sweet and fair, but he is dangerous— beware! FROM A SINNER’S DIARY J D rather be darlinged once, then have breakf: linged twice and wait so long. I bought a horse of a sick man once. It doesn’t seem as if one struck with death would lie. He said it was a ladies’ horse. Maybe so. Maybe so. But it wouldn't have been safe for a man. I know a woman who is building her a sleeping room with no roof and no sides and eight windows. She’s fixing to live too long When folks love us they tell us things about us exactly as we believe ‘em ourselves. And sometimes we have spells of trying to live up to “em when we wouldn't on our own opinion, unsupported. We'll all make as big fools of ourselves when the time comes as the ones it’s so easy to see are doing it now. Funeral Marches can w Rag Time hustles right down. the street Grandma is doctoring with a healer by mail. For $5 she learns that the earth is made of dirt. For five more she gets the privilege of sitting off in a room to commune with him half an hour twice a day, forgetting he “sets” by standard time while she is hatching disappointment 4o minutes ahead of the sun t, than dar- It’s a sign it’s most here when you get so you don’t give a drat whether it comes or not. Is falling in love, or falling out, understanding? I know a woman who thinks the entire world must live on mush because she’s toothless. —Lynette Freemire. 1 wk The Bride—"Very well. 1 don’t mind paying a little extra but it must be the coldest piece you have.” comicbookyepy